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Just a two more weeks until our next event–but of course you knew that! The first Monday, of every month, we are at The Delancey. All likeminded sex-positive folks are welcome. It is always a good time, getting reacquainted old friends and making new friends just like Veronica Vera posted on Facebook.

Cinekink and Wild’s Playground were sponsors of the event. Cinekink representative, Lisa Vandever said that she loves the event and has been coming for years.

“I have been involved for a long time, and am happy that they created this community for sex positive people; the people are lovely. I would be here anyway, so I might as well donate,” she said about donating passes for Cinekink. Cinekink is coming up really soon, so you should get your passes if you have not already!

Newcomers were equally impressed with the last event. A very lovely couple coming for the first time said:

“The vibes here are much better than any other event. Everyone is very casual and comfortable.”

“Things are always better when you build a relationship; this seems like the kind of place you can build a relationship.”

Come build a relationship with us! You have a warm invite to do so, mark your calendars for the next salon, March 7!

photo by F. Leonora Solomon

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Last night at Pleasure Salon, vintage Linda Lovelace clips and cutting edge queer porn videos flickered on a prominent wall and were reflected in the mirror over the bar, illuminating the room. Conversation grew up between strangers who were swiftly becoming friends. People from all walks of life, ages, races, ethnicities, gender-identities, sexual persuasions, kinks and proclivities met each other. They stopped to deeply engage in small groups, or they moved from one to the other, or both. They nibbled snacks, took advantage of happy hour, and then came together as one when tickets were drawn for passes to Cinekink, the Kinky Film Festival (March 1 – 6 at Anthology Film Archives) and to Wild’s Playground.

For four hours at Pleasure Salon we celebrated our love and passion for all things sex-positive, and met like-minded strangers and friends, and we’ll do it again next month, on Monday, March 7th, 2016. Hope to see you there.

This past week, my good friend Viviane asked me out to the Pleasure Salon, as she always does. The Salon is a convocation of likeminded sex positive people that meets the first Wednesday of every month at a bar in NYC called The Happy Ending. Over the last few years, I’ve gone once or twice, usually with the specific intent of meeting up with sex bloggers that I’ve been in contact with. Large group social gatherings are usually not my forte, and this one was, I’m sad to say, no exception.Viviane, who is a heavy hitter in this milieu, introduced me to tons of people who she thought I should know or meet, and my terminal shyness took over once again, as I became a wallflower and watcher, the latter being what I really like to do the most. There was birthday cake for a woman hitting a major milestone, and forty spanks for her from anyone that wanted to participate. And I just watched, content for the most part to be the voyeur once again.

Everyone wears a name tag of sorts with their screen name or blog name or something like that, and Mistress Lynx started to chat me up about my name, a pretty woman with a kind and winning smile. I wound up gassing on ad infinitum about where the name came from (a closely held secret with obscure origins) and realized that most of my references were way past her age group, as I tried to explain to her who Jackie Gleason and Art Carney were, and so I faded back into the wall once again. I did listen to a guy next to me ask a girl if it was the first time there for her, one of the oldest opening lines in the book, but strangely, in that environment perhaps, worked wonderfully well for both of them.

But the whole evening made me realize once again that when I talk to people I have to be more interested in them and what they have to say, and not to talk about what my friend The Lawyer labels his favorite topic, himself, and that it wasn’t necessary for me to play match that anecdote with everyone that I spoke with.

Oh, and the title of this post? Comes from a song writen by David Crosby and recorded long long ago by Crosby, Stills and Nash—I almost ended this blog last week, wrote a final post and saved it, planning to edit and post over this weekend. But events have conspired against that, and I’ll continue along, perhaps (and hopefully) posting more frequently. I want to go back to telling the story of Not Enough, I want to say things here that can’t be said anywhere else, I want to write about my fascinations and obsessions.